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#it’s the degen in me
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current ripping up the floorboards with my teeth
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beescake · 6 months
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back in the day we had pantskat
now we have sagg sollux
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uncanny-tranny · 10 months
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At this point, talks about "mutilated bodies" tell me everything I need to know about people's politics. I truly don't believe you can combine the idea of mutilated or degenerate bodies with anything even slightly progressive in terms of autonomy. If you believe yourself to be progressive or anything left of an unapologetic fascist, you frankly cannot truly entertain the idea that some bodies and people are inherently mutilated or degenerate. It is an inherently fascist idea.
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tangledinink · 1 year
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TMNT: Stabilize [ part one ]
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obsessedwithgale · 5 months
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Loving you is heavy on my mind now
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buncoreclown · 1 month
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OMG Laios' pregnancy cravings would be INSANE from living off of monster for so long aksj... Falin would hunt down anything for him if she was the one that knocked him up. Chilchuck would be annoyed but god he'd dealt with pregnancy cravings before so he can't help but cave especially when Laios looks at him with those eyes. Senshi would absolutely make him the best meals. Anyways that boy needs to be filled and bred and then treated like the princess he is 😌
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catscidr · 2 months
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im sorry i know i should be writing reqs but i just can’t stop thinking about slightly creepy office au coworker dottore...... im horn
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you have a boring 9-5 job, trying to find joy in the mundane, else you go crazy. waking up to birds chirping outside of your bedroom window, the tasty to-go coffee and breakfast sandwich you always get in the morning, and your coworker greeting your still-sleepy self when you step into the office. always one to gossip, she’d motion for you to hurry up and sit at your cubicle so she can gush about whatever rumor was currently roaming the building. 
“have you seen zandik lately? his temper is worse than usual! think he just got broken up with or something? honestly, i see why his partner would call things off, it seems like he’s always prioritizing work over people...” you take a long sip of your coffee, relishing in the newfound energy that flooded your system. it takes you a minute to process your coworker’s claim. 
“how do you know he was even in a relationship in the first place?” you ask, scoffing in amusement at how fast her brain seemed to work; it was almost impressive, really. “well, he’s handsome, for one. and he’s loaded! i don’t understand how he can afford such a nice car with a salary like ours,” she sulks as she finishes her rambling. you take the opportunity to finish your food, setting your half-empty cup down to start prepping your workspace. 
“inheritance? or he’s crazy good at managing money,” you suggest. just as you thought your coworker was about to drop the topic, she perks up and slams her hand on her desk a tad bit too loudly. “oh! or maybe he works a second job? y’know, the cost of living is getting pretty high, so maybe he has a 5-9 on top of working here!” 
someone shoots her a look that says “it’s still early, lower your voice”, and she grins at them awkwardly before turning to look at you with a smile that rivals someone that just uncovered the cure to a deadly disease. 
you pause your typing, fingertips resting idly on the mechanical keyboard. “why do you care about what he’s up to, anyways? usually you avoid talking about zandik or any of the higher-ups because you know they’ll probably get us in trouble,” you point out, your shoulder getting hit as soon as the words leave your mouth. giggling lightly at how dramatic her reaction was, you turn your attention from your computer to your coworker. you’re met with a petrified expression and uncomfortable body language along with the lack of natural light behind you. 
“and why, pray tell, are we gossiping about my foul mood?” someone says from behind you, though you could recognize its owner anywhere. your blood runs cold— the warmth from your morning coffee having vanished from your body, not a single trace left in the presence of the office’s most intimidating employee (arguably). your coworker flashes him a wide, albeit shaky smile, and shakes her head a bit too quickly for it to be considered normal. 
“n-not gossiping! we’re just concerned for your health! right?” she says your name, nudging your foot from underneath the desk. you don’t have time to decide whether you want to detach yourself from your predicament or to go along with her bullshit because zandik bends down to your level, flashing a smile that doesn’t quite reach his dull eyes as he speaks for you. “then avoid spreading rumors about my personal life, it gives me a headache,” he murmurs quietly.  
you’d catch the unspoken threat in his voice if you weren’t so flustered. he was so close you could smell his cologne— musky sandalwood that made your head spin, losing whatever train of thought you had just seconds ago. “s-sorry,” you’re the one that apologizes since your coworker was frozen in fear, looking more like a deer facing headlights than an office worker. 
zandik’s lips stretch wider, vermillion eyes narrowing at her before flickering over to you. you immediately look away, suddenly now noticing the sheer lack of space between you two. if what you were doing before was unprofessional, then this was beating it by a landslide. although you couldn't help but wish that he bent down to your level more often. though, at the same time, he looked good looking down at you…
he stays like this for a few more uncomfortable seconds before straightening his back and walking away, no words spoken between the three of you. your coworker exhales a breath she had been holding in, and turns to face her desk in silence. 
you're left with a rapidly beating heart and the need to take a bathroom break even though you just clocked in not even ten minutes ago.
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thepromiscuousfinger · 5 months
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thegreatyin · 5 months
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i don't put it lightly when i say these are the best arknights manga panels ever
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sp-aarks · 5 months
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A cropped version of Ocelot that I did as gift art for a friend
If you’re interested in seeing the full version you can send me a message or follow me on bluesky: @sp-aarks.bsky.social
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thedisablednaturalist · 6 months
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Me: i don't need someone to help me bathe
Me: *hasn't showered for a week because it's too painful/too much energy
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russkayas · 11 months
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hey was no one gonna tell me about the moment when thirteen shows up and tells house “the prodigal daughter has returned” or was i just supposed to find out about that myself 😭
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just-an-enby-lemon · 1 month
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Thinking about the complexities of a "losing your magic" story in a DnD (and similar) scenerio because what it means completly depends of your class. Because while not everyone is born with magic, everyone can have it.
How for a sorcerer losing their magic is genuinally about losing a part of themselfs, to suddently not being able to do something they always did. Losing your magic is like sudently losing a limb or one of your senses. And how besides being always theirs, their magic is ancestral how it can mean losing a connection with a part of their family history.
How for paladins is about morals. About breaking their vows whatever they are, dealing with the fact that they changed or maybe that morals were always way more complicated than they thought they were. (The Oathbreaker subclass changes things but I think it can work if Oathbreaker is one of the ways to embrace the emotional conflict that took your magic). Is almost phylosofical. Is the what makes Thor worthy?
How for druids, clerics and warlocks are different levels of losing a connection. For druids is with nature, with a force beyond their comprehension but that became a part of you for so long and who are you without this feeling? For warlocks is so many things, is losing a boss, a friend, is the price of freedom, is the loss of whatever you had with the sentient being that gave you powers. And for clerics is a mix, is about if their gods are feelings like nature or beings that talk to them, but whatever it is, for clerics, for clerics is a lack of faith. Is about what happens when you doubt your god, when you can't belive it or in it. Is also about what happens when your god doesn't belive in you.
For bards and mages is the loss of a skill. The bards might have the loss of their playing or voice but even if not, even if is just the magic that is gone, well they, just like the mages, studied hard to be abble to do magic. If for a sorcerer is like losing a limb, for them is like waking up in the morning and noticing your accent changed or that you don't speak a language you once did anymore, is trying to ride the same bicycle you used to go to work everyday and noticing you just doesn't know how.
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chronic--experiences · 3 months
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After years of putting it off, I finally got my first cane.
Definitely having mixed feelings about it. I’m worried about judgement coming from people who have seen me move around without a cane, and people claiming that I’m faking a disability because I’m young.
At the same time it’s such a relief to have something that provides me with more stability while moving around. My left leg has gotten so weak and I’m constantly scared of falling after my leg has given out multiple times (once on a flight of stairs)
I’ve got great friends who are super supportive of me finally getting a mobility aid and are willing to fight anyone who looks at me funny, but it’s definitely going to get some taking used to.
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after-witch · 9 months
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Not the anon who brought it up, but imagine the psychological horror of the reader waking up from a “nen procedure” chrollo did on their eyes, only to feel like somethings off every time they stare in the mirror. They can’t even look at their own face without a deep sense of wrongness and confusion. And then to have chrollo eventually reveal that the eyes in their head aren’t even their own. A part of them was removed and replaced without their consent. Chrollo + body horror was not something I knew I needed.
Ahh, that's a very interesting and intriguing concept. I can see it, really, the reader looking at their face just... wondering what is different. Something is different. Why do they feel, whenever they glance at the mirror, in a puddle, in the shimmery car window, that they something is amiss?
It makes me think of various horror films & books that have a similar concept, where someone gets donated eyes, and then they experience something via the other person's eyes. Like who murdered them or somesuch.
Not being informed about what he's doing to their body is horribly scary.
Something a lot less dramatic happened to me once--as a kid I was told I was getting a dental procedure but it wasn't explained to me that this dental procedure involved pulling some of my teeth out until it was already happening and it was just... scary, sense of betrayal, total loss of control.
Overall, the idea of not being told what is really happening is definitely squirm-inducing. Especially with your eyes.
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snowangeldotmp3 · 11 months
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you know what i really want to see more of? visually impaired steve. i see hoh steve all the time and that's fine, but as many times as he's been hit in the head...plus the fact that his left eye can never catch a break (s1 fight with jonathan, s3 with the russians) but there's no way that it hasn't permanently fucked with his vision. that occipital lobe has taken damage, i know it. steve's vision rapidly declining, or hell, maybe even temporarily blind. just, visually impaired steve. please.
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